All was quiet in Limbo City. No rational human being left their homes after nightfall, the rodents and the vermin retreated into the sewers, and eerie winds blew. The moon was full and bright, casting eerie shadows onto the quiet earth below. Only the bravest or most desperate of humans would come out after nightfall.

The neighborhood of the Devil's Saints was never a nice place to be. It was ugly to look at, dirty and drowning in crime, and a home for crackheads, drug peddlers, thugs, whores, and other unsavory characters. Many of the houses, campers, and trailers here were in a state of disrepair. Some had completely collapsed, or were torched for a variety of reasons. The law's long arms could not reach the filth that thrived here.

Yet the Devil's Saints wasn't always like this. Once, two years ago, it was a prospering, beautiful, and wonderful place... Assuming you could afford it. Which, of course, the vast majority couldn't. Only the filthy rich and most corrupt of politicians could afford a home here. It also was the temporary home to the city's most esteemed banker while his tower was being renovated.

Yet now the place is crawling with human scum... And so much worse. A young, scrawny man now was walking down a lonely, shadowy road that led to the abandoned mansion of Kyle Rider within the heart of Devil's Saints. Stick thin men and women with sagging flesh and rotten teeth watched on from the shadows with terrified eyes, and others had large, bloody gashes running down their bodies.

The mansion itself was several centuries old. The wood consisting of its exterior was rotting, the massive oak doors leading inside were smashed into little pieces. The ground level windows were smashed outward with some being covered in fresh blood, and the ones too high to reach were unnaturally dark. The beams on the scorched porch of the mansion looked as though a very, very, very big cat had used them as a scratching post. And footsteps too big to belong to anything human lead inside.

The young man was tall, though lanky and lean. He packed his fair share muscle, yes, but you would be hard-pressed to see it under his dirty white tang top and charcoal colored leather coat. The inside of his coat was a bright red, and the sleeves were too large, and it possessed a hood that hadn't been used in years. The man wore black fingerless gloves, combat boots, and black skinny jeans. His skin was pale, his eyes greyish blue, and his short, messy hair was snow white. His expression was unusually relaxed, a smug grin plastering his face, and his walk was slow and lazy. He obviously wasn't in a hurry. Unusual considering what comes out during the late hours...

This man had garnered a rather infamous reputation not only in Limbo City, but with the denizens of most of the world. He had become known as the sadistic, perverted, murderous terrorist Dante. The man who murdered the good natured and generous Kyle Rider, and the brash yet honest Raptor News Network reporter Bob Barbas, and the innocent yet beautiful owner of the Devil's Dalliance nightclub. He had slaughtered hundreds if not thousands of innocents, spread countless sexual diseases of the unholy kind, and brutalized the just police force of Limbo City for nearly fifteen years.

Of course it is all lies. But humans possess such a naive and weak mind. They cannot see the ugly truth of this waking nightmare they call reality. Corruption is omnipresent. From the lowliest, slimmest, most disgusting of criminals to the most influential and powerful men and women alive. None have escaped. Not those who dwell above us, nor those who are of two worlds. All things can be defiled, perverted, and twisted into an ugly reflection. Even the likes of the Son of Sparda, Dante.

Yet he had faced his Demons - literally and metaphorically - and came out the other side a better man. He now spends his time traveling the world in secret, destroying the Forces of Darkness wherever they seek to hide, and remains mostly hidden from mankind. They despise and hate him for killing the 'innocent' Kyle Rider and unleashing the Darkness into their world. Yet they do not yet understand. Poor, misguided Mankind...

"Dante, what do you see?" The crackle of static gave way to the voice of a woman, which turned Dante's grin into a frown. He rolled his eyes, raising his right hand to his ear, and tapping a black device.

"An old mansion and a bunch of doped out bumbs. What about you? Is you're wiccan... Squirrel semen crap doin' anything? Cuz I'm yet to see any Demons." An irritated sigh met his remark, and he chuckled. Kat, an accomplice of his and on-and-off again girlfriend, had utilized many a spell during their time together. Once, back when he first met her, he asked what she kept in her magical spray cans. He forgot most of it, except that it involved dessicated squirrel semen. Disgusting.

"That was for opening portals into Limbo. Limbo is gone now, remember? No need for that-"

"DAAAAAANNNNNNTTTTTTTTE!"

Dante let his arm fall, cutting off the device, and watched on with mild curiosity as the entire mansion exploded outward in a shower of oily Malice and rotting wood. The ground shook, the hobos and drug dealers fled into the shadows of abandoned homes or unused alleyways, and a shape rose from the wreckage of what was a mansion. Dante looked upward, an unusually amused grin on his face.

The Demon was collosal. At least thirty feet tall, thrice that in width, and possessing flesh the color of fresh mud. It had many malformed appendages, disgusting spider-like legs ending in scythe-like boney protrusions. Its flesh was covered in oozing pimples and bloody scars, and a foul odor rivaling that of the late Succubus surrounded its ungodly form. It had seven arms, only one of which was actually developed enough to actually use. Said arm was almost as long as the Demon was tall, it's length was serpentine, and ending in three clawed digits. The body of this thing was covered in whitish black mangy fur, and it had two twin tails each of which ended in serrated blades. Said blades had obviously been forcefully inserted into the Demon in rather painful process. Yet the most unusual part was its head... Or faces?

It had a single short yet fat neck, a single head, but three faces. The middle one had a short yet bloody snout filled with needle like fangs and icey blue eyes resembling horizontal gashes. The left face had a much longer snout with thick, human-like teeth, jet-black slits for a nose and vertical eyes that glowed purple. The right head a human-like mouth with no teeth, and beady eyes that glowed a fiery orange. The beast rose high before each face unleashed a monsterous roar. The left face's was a high pitched screech, the right's similar to a volcanic eruption, and the middle's was like that of metal grinding against metal during an earthquake. Dante merely took a few steps back and waited patiently for it to stop. And when it did...

"What the fuck are you supposed to be? I've seen a crap load of ass-ugly Demons, but... Woah." The beast(s?) growled as the middle face opened it's snout.

"YOU DARE MOCK US, SON OF SPARDA!?" The left joined in.

"WE ARE A TRUE DEVIL! UNLIKE YOU'RE PATHETIC DISGRACE OF A FATHER!" Then the right.

"WE ARE THE ALMIGHTY CERBERUS! KING OF BEASTS, EATER OF SOULS, AND GUARDIAN OF HELL!"

"IT WAS US WHO HAVE WATCHED OVER THE OBSIDIAN GATES FOR TWO HUNDRED MILLENNIUM!"

"IT WAS US WHO DEVOURED ABANDON, ANGEL OF THE ABYSS! IT WAS US WHO HAD DESTROYED THAT WRETCHED-"

"Blah blah blah. I don't have time for the history lesson, pal. Look, fido, I'm sure you're the biggest and nastiest mutt 'round here. But I've Killed bigger. Much bigger. How much bigger? Big enough to make you look like a cute little fuckin' puppy in comparison. I'm gonna tell you exactly how this will play out. You'll say some shit about how you're a big strong mutt, but your bite ain't half as mean as your bark. Now shut the fuck up, and die. Capiche?" A massive hand the size of a dump truck came smashing onto the ground where Dante once stood. Instead of crushing the foul mouthed man, the Demon instead obliterated a good fifty feet of concrete, creating a shockwave in the process. Cerberus looked about with feral rage, only to see nought but abandoned homes and shadows...

"Hey, fuckface! Up here!" The slobbering three-faced Demon turned it's ugly mug towards the white haired man, seeing him standing atop a twenty foot dilapidated house. Dante had crouched low, and held onto a thin claymore in his right hand with a reverse grip. Demonic energy flowed into the sword known only as the Rebellion. Dante released the blast via quickly rising, and practically throwing his blade vertically. A shockwave of Devil Power hit its mark.

Cerberus roared out as the wave of Devil Power tore into it's midsection. Black blood splattered onto the concrete below as it began to trash like a wild dog. Fire spewed from its right face, lighting began to engulf the black sky, and an aura of freezing cold shielded it's body.

Dante merely tilted his head, nodding his head and smirking.

"Nice fireworks, fido. Where'd ya learn that trick? The short bus?" The beast turned it's gaze to Dante, it's right face spewing forth a river of Hellfire from it's gaping mouth. Dante leapt out of the way as the Flames of Hell melted and incinerated the rotten and crumbling stones and wood of the old house. Bolts of bluish purple lightning arced across the sky, occasionally striking a house or wall.

The beast curved it's head upwards, watching as the Rebellion vanished and was replaced by a pair of magma gauntlets infused with Hellfire. Dante drew close, the Eryx gauntlets glowing with Demonic Power, and Dante loosed a flaming punch directly into the monster's face.

Oily blood spewed forth from the Demon's mouths, alongside a few broken fangs, and it was launched nearly a hundred feet backwards and into the side of an abandoned bar. The brick wall collapsed almost instantly, and the Demon was dazed, confused. Dante now stood where the Cerberus once did. He chuckled and turned his back to the Demon, laughing.

"Oh, this is rich! So... Your Demon powers are talking shit and sperging out? Come on, ya little bitch! Can't you take a love tap?" Almost instantly had the Demon lunged forth, sending it's twin tail towards Dante in the hopes of skewering the hybrid. Dante sidestepped the attack as a scythe materialized out of blue light. In Dante's hands rested a rather misleading weapon. It's appearance wasn't special, yet this unassuming scythe known as Osiris contained some of the power of Eva, a powerful Angel and Dante's mother.

"DIE! DIE! DIE! FUCKING DIE!" Dante effortlessly dodged and evaded each strike of the beast's twin tails. Eventually, however, the hybrid grew bored and struck faster than the Demon could see.

"AAAARRRRRGGGG! YOU BASTARD! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Black Demon blood spewed forth from the stumps that once were Cerberus tails. The monster crouched low, snarling and growling, and swung it's whip-like arm towards the Son of Sparda. Dante sighed as his now blood stained scythe dissipated into nothingness. He watched nonchalantly as the Demon's arm was struck by Devil's lightning, infusing it with Demonic electricity. Dante merely manifested a massive, Demonic axe that once belonged to his Demon father, and it contained some of his power. The Arbiter.

He lifted his axe upward, and swung down, launching a construct of Demonic power that resembled the axe's twisted and malformed head. It tore through the Demon's wrist, diffusing the lightning, and once more causing the Demon to roar out.

"When I saw how big you were, I thought you'd put up a better fight, but you're like every other mutt. All bark and no bite. Time to go back to Hell, ya ugly son of a bitch!" Dante conjured forth a silver whip infused with Angelic energies, and launched it towards the Demon. It imbedded itself into the right face's eye. The Demon screeched as Devil blood spewed out, and Dante summoned the Rebellion in his right hand. A sword to the brain should work, yes?

However, just as Dante was about to kill the Demon, a blast of Devil power knocked him backwards. A bloody gash ran along his chest as he hit the ground, and rolled to his feet. He barely managed to get to his feet before a hand grasped his throat, and he felt himself being lifted into the air. He saw two dark blue eyes with blood red pupils staring back at him... Two eyes filled with a familiar hatred...

"W-What the fuck!?" It wasn't human. It was tall, at least nine foot, but extremely thin. It's flesh resembled dark silver steel with fissures of dark blue Demonic Power coursing through it. It had a mostly human shape, though with a pair of elaborate horns emerging from hairless head. The horns curved, some of them consisting of pure energy, and others a mixture of the silver steely flesh and Demonic power. It wore a very dark purple and tattered cape, and its left arm had a sword sheath fused into it.

It had no nose, no facial features aside from a closed, lipless mouth. It squeezed Dante's throat hard, and Dante's strength was quickly fading. It was almost as though this Demon was siphoning away his power... It threw him aside with such immense strength that Dante created a small crater upon landing. The Son of Sparda groaned as he felt several bones break, and he coughed up blood.

The new Devil raised its left arm and snapped its fingers. Several Demons both familiar and foreign appeared. Some were tall, some were short, and others were extremely dumb while others were smarter than most humans. Yet two in particular stuck out to the white haired hybrid.

One was all snake below the waist, and the rest of it was a beautiful woman swarmed by hellish bats. Her eyes glowed purple, her hair was long and blood red, and her flesh as pale as a corpse. She was the epitome of a seductive, beautiful woman... And her lower half was a serpentine tail covered in numerous boney protrusions.

The other Demon was a twelve foot hulking monster built like a brick shit house. Every inch of it was pure muscle, save for two eyes. One glowed with a heavenly golden light, and the other was blinded by a deep, old gash that held a long, hateful story. It's flesh was grey, it's feet like that of a bird's, and it's fingers ended in razor sharp points.

The Blue Devil pointed towards the now standing yet exhausted Cerberus, and spoke.

"Go back to your kennel, you mangy mutt!" The Blue Devil's voice was inhumanly deep, and echoed unnaturally. Almost though it was pitched down by several hundred times. Dante chuckled lightly at that, now just laying still as his body slowly began to heal. He coughed up another glob of blood, and his lungs burned. He felt as though something was missing...

"Shut up, Son of Sparda," the strangely echoing voice of the Heavenly Demon yelled out, "You pathetic excuse for a Demon! You are-"

"Enough, Beowulf. Enough. This is a... Brotherly conflict.

I'm impressed Dante, I must admit that. I didn't expect you to handle Cerberus so easily... I won't kill you. But I can't let you stop me, either."

"Ver-"

"Vergil is dead, Dante. Call me Nelo Angelo. Tell me Dante, do you know how the portals the Yamato creates functions?" Dante let his head fall as numerous Demons began to surround him. This was very, very bad... If only he had a bottle of jack... Oh well.

"Not a fuckin' clue... I bet you're gonna run ya mouth 'bout it, though." Nelo chuckled, slowly walking forward, and unsheathing the Yamato. The blade itself was infused with immense amounts of Devil power. So much so that it now glowed blood red.

"Hahahaha... The Yamato is a very unique weapon. It was created by a legendary entity known only as the God of Death. According to legend it can slice through time and space itself. That is how it creates portals. Do you know what would happen if I created a portal without a specific location in mind?" Dante felt a sick, twisting knot forming his stomach... Oh, no, that's just the internal bleeding.

"Uh... No?" Nelo's foot came crashing down onto Dante's chest, breaking a few ribs. Dante bit down onto his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as a pained yell escaped his lips.

"I don't know either. Guess we're gonna find out. Beowulf?" Beowulf lumbered forward, reaching down and grabbing onto Dante. It's hand was big enough to almost completely wrap around Dante's entire chest. The Lightbeast lifted him high as Nelo Angelo drew the Yamato, and sliced open a hole in time and space. Inside the portal was pitch black darkness.

"Goodbye, brother. I'll make sure Kat gets the news before I kill her." The last thing Dante saw before his consciousness faded was Nelo Angelo turning his back to him...


Saitama1155 - Eh, yeah. I know must of the old boys don't like El Donte and El Virgin, but I think they have the potential to be good characters. All I ask is that you (and the other original DMC fans) at least don't hate this story because it features El Donte.

And, to current and future readers, I will say that I plan on implementing features and lore elements of DMC, just with a DmC twist to it all.

That, and I plan making revisions to this chapter. Mainly making the fight between El Donte and Cerberus longer, changing and adding dialogue to El Donte, and fixing grammar errors. Expect that sometime soon.